Supporting Your own

When I first started this blog, I didn’t expect anyone to read it at all. At least, not anyone from home and I’ll take this chance to explain why.

I live in the United States Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Croix. It is the largest of the three islands (St. Thomas and St. John are the other two). I refuse to just say Virgin Islands because there are another set of islands called the British Virgin Islands and if you just say VI people tend to get confused. It makes sense if you ask me.

The islands are actually very small. You may need to find a magnifying glass to find us, and ignorant people from other countries assume that we are all Jamaican because of our accent–because apparently Jamaica is the only island in the caribbean (seriously, what is wrong with people?).

Now, considering how Tiny we are, you would think that we would be a close knit group of people. No. No we’re really not. And I’m not trying to put us down, I’m just being honest. More often than not, we don’t show each other support. Rather, we tear each other down whenever we see another person getting ahead or just because it’s Tuesday and we need to unload some prior bitchness that we failed to get out.

There are many people that try to do something with themselves whether it is singing, sewing, designing, writing, and it’s SAD that the only real people that gain support are those involved in music or “Modeling” (which consists of people that look good in the face paying “Photographers” (anyone with a nice camera) to take pictures of them). So then what about the others? Are we going to just blatantly ignore the talents and aspirations of others because it’s not part of the mainstream?

Reading and writing are so neglected that it churns my stomach to think about it. You can take 8 minutes out of your life to watch another female beat the living shit out of another, you can spend hours reading the negative responses of some Twitter beef, but you can’t take 2 minutes of your life to read something possibly inspirational written by your peers? Is this a matter of morality? It seems so.

I have “friends” that I know have seen me tirelessly promoting my writing, whether it is my blog or the stories that I write and it is awful that they would just bypass it, but of course later I would see you sharing the video of some poor 12 year old child sucking a male’s appendage for 15 minutes!!

More so, It appears to be a matter of popularity and appearance. I’m not the prettiest person in the world, nor am I the most known. So, I get overlooked in our itty bitty community. I don’t want fame, Frankly, I prefer to stay out of the spotlight, but I question why society is so focused on the outward appearances of others that everyone else, that people who are far more brilliant both in personality and intelligence, are ignored. Considering that most gained that popularity through spreading their genitals around, I would never envy them, but it’s sickening that these are the people that garner so much attention.

I expect my blog and my writings to be ignored by my peers. Hell, my peers seem to think it’s cool that they “Don’t read” and then wonder why they read//spell//and write at a 2nd grade level.

Majority of my readers come from other parts of the world, and I can’t even imagine how. I am grateful for the readers that I have now, and I thank you all for having put up with my ramblings for so long.

As for home. Oh well. I’ll support those that I see for myself are not selfish and are considerate enough to take time out of their day to support others. For instance, is ran by a friend of mine and She’s also a music education major, vocalist, musician, blogger and photographer. I’ll support her for as long as I possibly can. Why? Because A, She’s awesome; B) she’s promoted my page when VERY VERY VERY few others I call friend has, and C) She’s friggin Awesome…Okay and her blog is amusing, interesting, and educational. I didn’t put the link there for style, Please do look at it.

To those of you at home that ARE reading, Thank you too. I just wish we really did “support our own” instead of using that line whenever it suits us to make us look better when we really don’t.



The Curling Iron Chronicles pt 2

428046_191677704311433_1262303065_n1I did my hair again today although I was tempted to leave it in a ponytail because today is Friday and I was feel way too lazy to actually do anything, especially after having to wake up at 7am to run some errands. Anyways, this is was yesterday’s progress (the picture to your left) I think I did a pretty decent job even though you can’t really see much. Still, some progress is better than no progress. Imagine something as simple as this resulted in so much rage and frustration. Sometimes I feel like just cutting off all my hair and pulling an Amber Rose, but the fear of my hair never growing back keeps me from doing so. If the picture looks familiar, it’s because I liked it so much I made it the picture for my Biography.

Now about today’s progress. (Picture on right)486104_192041997608337_1434583502_n Still simple (Like I have a choice. I need a curling for dummies book). I think it’s kind of cute. I purposely butchered a Hibiscus bush just to get that flower. I thought it was fitting. I’m an island girl after all, so I should look floral right? No? Not the right Moment? Gotcha, another time then. Maybe when I’m waltzing around in a dress I’ll try the flower this again. Oh look, there’s a headband! Nice touch wouldn’t you agree? If you must know the shirt says “Warning. I have an attitude and I know how to use it!” I look friendly though don’t I? I hope so. The last thing I need is some poor unsuspecting freshman to think I’m a Itch with A B, and avoid me, but at the same time at least this gives them some reason to be cautious.

Now about this hair. I only curled the front at first because I can never get the back of my hair correct. That right there is my weakness. So I had to stay there for about 15 minutes (I lie, it was more like 30) Curling the back over and over again until I was absolutely positive there were no flat ends. I think I still missed some, but hey, I think I accomplished my goal. The worst thing about this is when the curls keep coming undone. But there’s a simple solution to that. I just spritz the hell out of ends to make sure those unruly strands keep themselves in place. Ha! Take that Hair! I win! Kida 1. Hair 15 …not that I’m keeping score or anything.

Till Another time! tata!

The Curling Iron Chronicles pt 1

The Curling iron, one of the many tools females use to bedazzle their hair (real or fake) to desired styles. But what really is a curling iron? Where did it come from? Clearly the tool is a weapon from hell used to scorch the scalp or any other body parts you may have mistakenly touched by accident. Ie. My forehead and fingers this morning.

I’ve been on this “Keep Self Kept” program that I made for myself. I started on Monday and the idea is to keep myself looking decent for the year. Meaning, I would be putting effort into getting dressed even if it’s just casual and breaking up with my long time lover “The dry pony tail.” And by dry, I mean I use to just put my hair in an elastic band and go out the door. No combing, nothing, just like that.

So I’ve been playing with the curling iron lately and let me tell you, it looks so simple but what a deceitful little instrument it is. It’s much more difficult than I thought it would be. I cannot count the amount of times I had to redo what I was doing because it simply did not curl the way I wanted it. Oh! And let’s not forget that I burned my scalp several times and my poor fingers had the unfortunate pleasure of touching the iron while in the midst of curling. I had to walk out of the room and take a breath and remind myself that A) Cursing the thing would be pointless because it couldn’t understand me, although I swore I saw it smile whenever it burned me and B)If I broke it, I’d be both ruining my goal and then I’d have to replace it and I would like to avoid frivolously spending money (that I don’t have).

So I managed the basics. Curl my bang and my hair even though it looks so flat and boring, but it’s not so bad. With some more practice I should get it down.

I’ll upload a picture later of the final look later, but that’s it today for my Curling Iron Chronicles.


The Road to a new body

381790_157265141086023_1509901448_nI’m fat. No, okay I’m not really fat, I’m just really out of shape for someone who’s only 20 years old (Just turned 20 in October). To make matters worse, I just had a baby as well so I’ve go that “baby” fat to lose as well. In my mind ,I am extremely motivated and full of energy and ready to shed those pounds. But in reality I am nowhere near there. I exercise everyday but not long. I get tired really fast and find myself taking more breaks than actually working out.I’m getting better though! I notice that I can do certain ones longer than before, but I’m still not there. Honestly, I want to be healthy. I’m learning to cut out all the junk food, the sodas, the sweets. Fried and greasy foods are also a no go. It was the hardest thing ever. I caved and had Mcdonalds Yesterday. Fries never tasted so good. Then I just felt awful. That was my only mishap though. Water and Fruits are becoming my best friends. I’ve discovered the greatness that is salad without dressing (I don’t like how dressing of any kind tastes. Ick.) But I’m still a tubby Tubby. I’ve been wondering if maybe I should do it piece by piece. Like, I decided to work on my legs first and move on up.

I have no upper body strength whatsoever. Can’t even do 5 pushups without feeling like I’m going to die.  I know I can’t expect to change my whole lifestyle in just two months, but it would be awesome if I could. I guess it’ll just take some time and getting used to. I hate my metabolism too. I think I burn food too slowly.  I envy people who can eat a horse and still be fine. I eat two fries and gain 6 pounds, that’s just unfair. Oh! If you must know what I look like, this is me (picture in top left hand corner). Now I know what you’re thinking, but trust me, that’s just the illusion and greatness of taking a picture from the front. From the side I’m a tubbykins. Why do they call those things love handles when there is nothing to love about them? Yeah I have those too.

I think I might get myself a personal trainer. And I love beaches so I just might start taking some runs there as well. The more I think about it and plan the more fun it seems. Might even take some Zumba classes. I lack coordination though. But it looks like fun! Really, I just want to look and feel great. Not for anyone, but for myself….and mostly because I want to look good naked. Come on, who doesn’t?